Tuesday, 25 August 2026

Lost and forgotten streets of Manchester .......... nu 9 Town Hall Lane

Now this is Town Hall Lane and looking at it you half expect that it would once have gone somewhere but was long ago doomed to become a dead end by the grand plan of a developer.

But not so as early as the 1790s it led off from Cross Street and finished at the back of a building.


That said in 1793 you could have walked along its length stepping off into a side alley on the northern side and by degree squeezing down a very narrow alley onto Tib Lane.

But by the 19th century our lane just ran beside Town Hall buildings and so hence the name.

Not that any of the maps bothered to record a name, although Goad's Fire Insurance map did refer to it as Town Hall Buildings.

But by then the Town Hall had gone, replaced by the more majestic one in Albert Square.

I have Antony to thank for alerting me to this one.  I have to confess that in all of my 40 odd years in the city I had not once given it a thought.

Location; Manchester

Pictures;Town Hall Lane, 2016, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Travelling by tram round the Well Hall Circus

Now I have no idea when this picture was taken. 

I do know that it will date from after 1931 when the roundabout was built which according to Eltham and Woolwich Tramways was constructed as part of the Westhorne Avenue extension.*

And if I wanted to be more specific I guess it can be no earlier than 1938 a date which cinema buffs will confirm.

The Odeon was opened in 1936 and of the two films showing that week The Dark Horse was made in 1932 and I’ll give a million six years later.

I can’t say either would have got me walking down from our house.

The Dark Horse was a political comedy starring Bette Davies and turned on the efforts of Ms Davies and others to find a candidate for Governor at the Progressive Party convention and ran through a series of improbable plot lines.

Not to be out done its running mate that week centred around Warner Baxter who played a millionaire saving a tramp from suicide, and then taking the tramps clothes and disappearing with a rumour that he would give a million dollars to anyone who is kind to a tramp.

But perhaps I am being unfair.  I can sit through endless episodes of Coronation Street, have bought at least two DVDs of Downton Abbey and can pretty much quote James T Kirk word for word in all his Star Trek films and plenty of the TV shows.

And having demonstrated my unnerving attention to detail I can offer up the names of all those who occupied the shops stretching down from the cinema to the Pleasaunce when Ms Davies was at the Odeon.**

But I am on firmer ground with the second which dates from December 29 1948 and I have to say it doesn’t look so different from when I walked up Well Hall Road in the mid 1960s.

From memory the path across the roundabout had gone, along with the tram poles although I suspect under the tarmac still lurked the tramlines.

And for all I know they may still be there.

Like all good stories I learnt something knew because back in the 1940s our roundabout was, according to the London Transport timetable known as Well Hall Circus.

So that is all I shall say, except to thank Middleton Press for giving me permission to reproduce the pictures from their book Eltham and Woolwich Tramways and promise you more later.

Oh and a thank you to Tricia Leslie who first came across the pictures and posted them and then introduced me to the tram book.

Pictures; Arriving at the Well Odeon,  circa 1938, A J Watkins, and Well hall Circus, 1948, H B Priestley reproduced from Eltham and Woolwich Tramways

* Eltham and Woolwich Tramways, R J Harley Middleton Press, 1996, https://www.middletonpress.co.uk/

** A car, a row of shops and a little bit more is revealed about the history of Well Hall Road, http://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/a-car-row-of-shops-and-liitle-bit-more.html

Searching for the Girls’ Friendly Society in that big house on St Clements Road in 1911

At a church garden party, date unknown
Now I would dearly like to know lots more about the Girls’ Friendly Society or for that matter the night a chap from the Town Hall came to talk on the sanitation in Manchester to a selected group of earnest young men

Come to think about it I would just love to know all I can about the meetings that went on at the Chorlton-cum-Hardy Church Institute which hosted a whole shedful of activities which were run by St Clement's Church.

I  had no idea that the Institute existed and it was only while I was looking for something entirely different on Whitelow Road that I came across a reference to the club on an 1934 map.

And with a bit of digging out of the shadows came the Chorlton-cum-Hardy Church Institute which offered a whole range of entertainments and serious events to the parishioners of St Clement's during the early decades of the 20th century.

It was there by 1911 and possibly a full decade before and may have continued until the 1920s.

Just possibly in the garden of the Institute
At the time St Clement's did not have a church hall and so used eight of the rooms in the house leaving three for Samuel Holt and his wife Christina who in 1911 were described as the caretakers.

During that period it offered a whole range of activities from sewing clubs to lectures and according to Ida Bradshaw was pretty much used during the day and the evening.

All of which brings me back to the Girls’ Friendly Society which was a means by which young women, some of whom may have been servants and living away from home could meet and make friends.

Here in Chorlton most homes employed just the one domestic servant who was expected to carry out all the duties of maintaining the house and had little spare time, so I rather think our Friendly Society must have been a life line for some of them.

Sun and strawberries
And I expect some of them went on the one trip I know the Institute organised to Southport in a charabanc.

Of course much of the documentation will have been lost but there may be an odd newspaper story or photograph and perhaps even a stray letter which makes reference to the Institute.

The house dates from around 1881 and was the property of William Batty who rented it out to various tenants of which Mr and Mrs Crowhurst are the most intriguing.

Thomas Messenger Crowhurst described himself as an “artist, art teacher and landscape painter" while his wife ran a “Ladies School” from the house.

Mr Billing and Miss Attwood, 1913
And it may be when they vacated the property Mr Batty offered it to the church.

All of which opens lots of avenues of research possibilities starting with Mr and Mrs Crowhurst, and Mr Holt the caretaker, and Mr Edgar Taylor who in 1910-11 was the Secretary.

He was an accountant, lived on Park Road and may yet yield up some information.

After all we do have one wedding which took place at the church in 1913 and as Miss Vivien Horsfall Attwood was reported as being from a popular and well known family she may well have spent time at the Institute..

Speculation perhaps but worth following up.

Added to which there are the newspapers which might carry stories of events and perhaps even names which could take us even further.

And it may be that a photograph I had long thought was in the grounds of the church could be in the garden of the Institute.

So I rather think we have not heard the last of the Chorlton-cum-Hardy Church Institute.

Pictures, a garden party, date unknown, and Mr Hugget Billing and Miss Vivien Horsfall Attwood  A Chorlton Wedding, the Manchester Courier, April 17 1913, from the collection of Sally Dervan

Monday, 24 August 2026

Electronica Powiśle …… stories of past glories …… and a solution to the question what to do with that power station?

 It’s an interesting question and makes for a lively debate about what we do with old and redundant buildings.

Industrial relic, 2026

Of course, in the past and sometimes even now the simple answer is to knock’em down and start again.

Old and new Whitworth Street, 1979
The Victorians, and Edwardians no less than their 18th century predecessors had no compulsion but to demolish the old in favour of the new.

And arriving in Manchester in the late 1960s I watched as the same policy was carried through with furious abandon, from stately office blocks, and grand warehouses to heaps of terraced properties.  

What Mr. Hitler didn’t do, a collection of speculators, investors and city planners did, culminating with the Arndale Centre and the destruction of that warren of little streets, dark alleys and closed courts, with more than a few surprises . 

It was an event that the Manchester novelist Harold Jacobson described as the elimination of an “expanse of eight city blocks, a wealth of secret alleyways, and the associations of all our lifetimes". *

Now it is easy to be sentimental about the loss of some of these buildings which were long past their sell by date but others with a bit of imagination, money and taste can be saved and given a new purpose and lease of life.  

It might be a conversion into apartments or a public venue like Tate Modern in a former London power station, or the use of the old Pump House at Spinneyfields, to house The People’s History Museum or the stunning theatre in the Royal Exchange.

The past and present, looking towards London Road, 1979
All of which brings me to the rejuvenated Electronica Powiśle in Warsaw. The clue is in the name and its original use as a power station.

As its site says, here is “a unique space where history and modernity meet in one place. Choose what you truly enjoy – enter a world of exceptional brands, be surprised by the original flavors of our restaurants, or relax in one of our Day Spa & Wellness salons”. **

The history is pretty straightforward and began in 1904 with the construction of the power plant, “which was expanded in subsequent years, becoming one of the largest and most modern power plants in Poland”. ***

During the wartime occupation it “became the backdrop for the dramatic events of the Warsaw Uprising. [where] members of the resistance movement, primarily plant employees, worked tirelessly to maintain the city's power supply”.**

Industrial legacy, 2026

It closed in 2001 and its second coming started in 2016 when plans were developed to repurpose it into a Food Hall and retail venue.

Our Saul and Julia were keen to introduce us to the place and like other outlets in the city it was clean, interesting and busy.  And as they say the quality can be judged not by the tourist trade like us, but the number of local residents who dropped in for a meal. 

Later in the week we visited the amazing vegan Peaches restaurant in the Old Town but on that Friday we were out looking for a bit of fun and novelty and Electronica Powiśle supplied it.

Eating at Electronica Powiśle, 2026
And knowing we were getting some traditional Polish food later in the evening I went for a selection of Greek inspired food and given the sheer variety of what was on offer others in the group settled for everything from noodles, chips, and burgers to fish balls and rice.

But the real attraction for me were the left-over bits of industrial hardware which had been restored and gave a sense of what had once been here.

They are randomly distributed and offer a reminder to a building with history which has been saved.

Location; Elektrownia Powiśle, Dobra 42, 00-312, Warsaw

Pictures; Electronica Powiśle, Warsaw, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

*Jacobson, Harold, My Manchester, The Independent, December 30th, 1999

** Electronica Powiśle, https://elektrowniapowisle.com/en/

*** Electronica Powiśle, History, https://elektrowniapowisle.com/o-elektrowni/

Looking for the ghosts amongst the parish gravestones ……..

Now, anyone who has taken a stroll through the old parish graveyard of St Clement’s will agree that it is pleasant spot.

The old parish graveyard, 2012

It is sandwiched between the village green to the north and the Bowling Green to the south and offers up a selection of benches to sit and just enjoy the moment.

Added to which there is the history of the place, which starts with the footprint of the church and continues with a collection of gravestones, which record those who were buried here.

The church yard, circa 1870-1880
The earliest dates from 1748 and the last to 1903, and in between there are many whose names are familiar to me.  

Some were at the posh end of the community, but most were from families who made their living from the land, either as tenant farmers, agricultural labourers or in trades related to farming.

What might surprise the casual visitor is that those gravestones are just a fraction of the number which once crowded into the graveyard.

In total there were 345 such monuments, from the simple headstone to elaborate structures, and many held multiple internments.

Those 345 have yet to fade from living memory and are supported by a large number of photographs dating back into the late 19th century and as late as the 1970s.

Just how many people were buried here is difficult to say, and while an estimate can be made from the inscriptions on the gravestones, that will be a conservative estimate, given that some graves were reused over the centuries.

Samuel and Sarah Nixon, 2012
The documentary evidence for this reuse is there in the newspaper reports of the “Great Burial Scandal" which first became official in 1881, when a group of Ratepayers, petitioned the Home Office with their concerns.

Chief of which was that “it is now difficult to tell where there is any land left for new graves, [and because] so many internments have taken place there is not 2ft of earth between the coffin and the surface.”*

There were also lurid tales of existing gravestones being broken up and thrown into the midden of the Bowling Green Hotel to allow new ones to be erected and worse still of bones and skulls appearing and being transported away in wheelbarrows.

The graveyard, 1976

Much more was revealed at the official Government inquiry opened by the Home Office in the November of 1881. 

One witness spoke of “human bones .... knocking about the highway. Only that morning a jawbone with teeth in had been picked up.” 

There were also past sextons who reported the difficulty in finding space to place a coffin and the ever-present danger of unearthing past burials. William Caldwell described how he regularly “disturbed human remains in digging” and once before he “could get down to any depth I smashed into another grave, and I was flooded by liquor and human remains.” **

All of which is an introduction to the Register of Grave Inscriptions of St Clement’s Old Churchyard, Chorlton Green.***

Register of Grave Inscriptions, 1975
It is a slim document running to just twenty pages but contains details of all 345 gravestones.  Alas some are illegible, but there are enough to offer up a comprehensive picture of those that lived here from the mid-18th century through to the end of the following century.

And when combined with the smaller list from the Wesleyan Chapel along with the parish records of baptisms, marriages and burials it is possible to build a picture of the township.

It is a booklet I keep coming back to and one that can still shock me, like the inscription for the Swarbrick family that records that George and his wife Harriet, buried seven of their children between 1817 and 1836.  

The youngest Elizabeth died just two months after she was born, while William was seven years old.  Their parents had been born in the late 18th century and would live on till 1871 and 1874, although by then they were no longer living here.

There is more but that is for another day.

Suffice to say that the inscriptions were collected in the 1970s, in advance of the landscaping of the former graveyard, and sadly the loss of most of the historic gravestones.

Plan showing the original headstones, 1975

The bodies had already been removed in the 1930s.

But we do have a plan of where the original headstones which will allow us to to revisit the final resting places of so many of our residents. 

Location; Chorlton-cum-Hardy

Pictures; the graveyard, 2012, and headstone of Samuel and Sarah Nixon, 2012, from the collection of Andrew Simpson, the grave yard, circa 1870s-1880s, from the Lloyd Collection, in 1976 from the Journal, and cover and burial plan of Register of Grave Inscriptions of St Clement’s Old Churchyard, Chorlton Green

*The Great Burial Scandal, https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.com/2020/03/the-great-burial-scandal.html

 **From the Chorlton Ratepayer Association submission  to the Withington Local Board of Health January 12th 1881, and references from the Manchester Guardian 1881-86, Manchester City Council Town Clerks’ Papers Re Closed Burial Grounds 1930, reports in the dig by Angus Batemean

*** Register of Grave Inscriptions of St Clement’s Old Churchyard, Chorlton Green, RG 37/99 Archives and Local History Library, Manchester Central Reference Library


I was there …. and other stories … from The Isle of Festival …. 1970 … on the wireless

So yesterday that event I was at combined with the stories of some of the others who were there in the August of 1970.

I was there on that hill, 1970
That was the Isle of Wight Festival, and it was remembered on BBC Radio 4’s The Reunion on Sunday and available online

And as these things happen over twenty years later in Wythenshawe in casual conversations I discovered work colleagues who were also there and since then there have been plenty more.

“Three young brothers from the Isle of Wight - an estate agent, a publisher and an art student - turned their parochial island into the world centre of counter-culture by staging two huge music festivals in 1969 and 1970.

Bob Dylan hadn’t performed for three years after a serious motorcycle accident and yet the Foulk brothers convinced him to become the headliner for their 1969 event.

Me too, 1970
In 1970, despite ferocious local opposition, they put together a second Isle of Wight Festival with 50 acts including many of the biggest names in music – Joni Mitchell, Miles Davis and Jimi Hendrix. 

The stellar line-up attracted 600,000 fans – six times the population of the island. But a militant cohort insisted that the event should be free. In the end the promoters let them have their way, and lost a fortune.

Joining Kirsty to relive those historic events are Justin Hayward of The Moody Blues, who found the size of the crowd nerve-wracking, Jacqui McShee of Pentangle, who was thrilled to see her idols Miles Davis and Jimi Hendrix live, and Ian Anderson of Jethro Tull, who believes the 1970 event marked the “tawdry end” of the peace and love era.

Also in the programme are Richard Williams, then writing for the Melody Maker, and Terrii Telfer, an island resident who slept in a sleeping bag with a bit of plastic underneath. 

Also joining us are two of the main organisers. Youngest brother Bill Foulk remembers five days of virtually no sleep in the run up to the 1970 festival trying to get everything ready. And Ray Foulk recalls how three of the Beatles came just to hang out with Bob Dylan and ended up playing tennis in the grounds of the farmhouse where Dylan was staying.

Producer: Karen Pirie

Series Producer: David Prest

A Whistledown production for BBC Radio 4”

That Poster, 1970

Location; The Isle of Wight Festival, 1970, BBC Radio 4

Pictures; Pictures; me in 1970 from the collection of Andrew Simpson, the poster, 1970, and at the Festival, 1970, Roland Godefroy, who granted permission to use the image under the terms of the GNU Free Documentation License, Version 1.2 

* The Isle of Wight Festival, BBC Radio 4, https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/live/bbc_radio_fourfm


Uncovering the story of Eltham's trams ........... and a bit more too

I have long had a fascination for trams and I have just bought Eltham and Woolwich Tramways which contains “a wealth of nostalgia with many previously unpublished photographs depicting street scenes from the past.”*

Now I don’t do nostalgia it is a shallow preoccupation which distorts the past and leads you into all sorts of pitfalls.

On the other hand there is nothing wrong in wanting to peel back your own past and match your memories with the historic record and in doing so not only relive a bit of your youth but also learn more about that time.

So it is with trams.  I was just two and bit when the last one London tram trundled into the depot at New Cross and while family legend has it that I was there I have no memory of the event.

Likewise it would be another twelve years before we moved in to Well Hall and so the story of the Eltham and Woolwich trams is all new to me.

Bits of the story I already knew but Mr Hartley’s book is as promised full of some wonderful pictures which offer up scenes of Eltham and Woolwich before I knew them and as you would expect I was more than a little thrilled at getting close to our own house on Well Hall Road.

But it is easy to get seduced by the old pictures and forget the importance of the tram.  It was a cheap and for the time efficient means of transport reflected in the fact that within a few short decades it was adopted by local authorities across the country to replace horse drawn buses and trams.

LCC Tam, 1622,  route 40 from New Cross to Westminster, 2015
And because it was cheap and fast it opened up the suburbs by allowing workers to live further away from their work place.

Now to a certain extent the railways had pioneered this development but the tram could do this better.

After all it was far cheaper to lay tram track which had the added advantage that the routes could follow the existing road network.

So when the Government settled on Well Hall for its huge housing estate for the Arsenal workers in 1915 the tram network had already been in place for five years and following the Great War the network was extended to Lee, Lewisham and London.

All of which I suppose could mean that Ruskin’s observation that "Your railroad, when you come to understand it, is only a device for making the world smaller"** could equally be applied to the tram.

And on that note I shall leave off and go back to reading the book with just a thank you to Tricia Lesley who first alerted me to it and pass on a recommendation for the book which will not only delight fellow tram buffs like me but also offer up a snap shot of an Eltham which has pretty much vanished.

Sadly the book is out of print but where there is a will there is a copy and if enough people show an interest perhaps there could be a reprint.

Pictures; cover of Eltham & Woolwich Tramways, 1996, courtesy of the publishers and LCC tram 1622, 2015, Crich Tramway Village courtesy of Andy Robertson***


*Eltham and Woolwich Tramways, Robert J Harley, Middleton Press, 1996, https://www.middletonpress.co.uk/

**John Ruskin 1856

***Crich Tramway Village, http://www.tramway.co.uk/